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22 June 2009 @ 07:51 am
Current Music: http://blip.fm/~8ob3b
#musicmonday I have listened to this song far too many times. it's fantastic.
I'm doing a double #musicmonday because I missed it last week. I have this song on repeat.
Current Music: http://blip.fm/~7uldo
08 June 2009 @ 07:29 am
I never liked Hanson but I LOVE this song.
Current Music: http://blip.fm/~7ul01
05 May 2009 @ 11:17 am
so fail. be bad at things. be embarrassed. be afraid. be vulnerable. go out on a limb, or two, or twelve, and you will fall and it will hurt, but the harder you fall the higher you will rise. the louder you fail, the clearer your future becomes. failure is a gift, welcome it. there are people who spend their whole lives wondering how they became the people they became, how certain chances passed them by, why they didn't take the road less traveled. those people are not you. you have a front row seat to your own transformation and in transforming yourself you might even transform the world. and it will be electric, and i promise you it'll be terrifying, but embrace that; embrace the new person you're becoming. this is your moment. i promise you it is now. now, not two minutes from now, not tomorrow, but really now. own that, know that deep in your bones, and go to sleep every night knowing that and wake up every morning remembering that and then keep going. keep going." - jack & bobby
19 February 2009 @ 10:59 pm
Girls are taught a lot of stuff growing up. If a guy punches you he likes you. Never try to trim your own bangs and someday you will meet a wonderful guy and get your very own happy ending. Every movie we see, Every story we're told implores us to wait for it, the third act twist, the unexpected declaration of love, the exception to the rule. But sometimes we're so focused on finding our happy ending we don't learn how to read the signs. How to tell from the ones who want us and the ones who don't, the ones who will stay and the ones who will leave. And maybe a happy ending doesn't include a guy, maybe... it's you, on your own, picking up the pieces and starting over, freeing yourself up for something better in the future. Maybe the happy ending is... just... moving on. Or maybe the happy ending is this, knowing after all the unreturned phone calls, broken-hearts, through the blunders and misread signals, through all the pain and embarrassment you never gave up hope.
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19 February 2009 @ 12:33 am

"There is a theory which states that if ever anyone discovers exactly what the Universe is for and why it is here, it will instantly disappear and be replaced by something even more bizarre and inexplicable.

There is another theory which states that this has already happened."
                                                                                              - The Restaurant at the End of the Universe by Douglas Adams
15 February 2009 @ 11:37 pm
Anais Nin

"You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. Then you read a book, or you take a trip, and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating. The symptoms of hibernating are easily detectable: first, restlessness. The second symptom (when hibernating becomes dangerous and might degenerate into death): absence of pleasure. That is all. It appears like an innocuous illness. Monotony, boredom, death. Millions live like this (or die like this) without knowing it. They work in offices. They drive a car. They picnic with their families. They raise children. And then some shock treatment takes place, a person, a book, a song, and it awakens them and saves them from death."
10 February 2009 @ 04:56 pm
a convergence of birds, jonathan safran foer

Make for yourself a world you can believe in.
It sounds simple, I know. But it's not. Listen, there are a million worlds you could make for yourself. Everyone you know has a completely different one - the woman in 5G, that cab driver over these, you. Sure, there are overlaps, but only in the details. Some people make their worlds around what they think reality is like. They convince themselves that they had nothing to do with their worlds' creations and continuations. Some make their worlds without knowing it. Their universes are just sesame seeds and three-day weekends and dial tones and skinned knees and physics and driftwood and emerald earrings and books dropped in bathtubs and holes in guitars and plastic and empathy and hardwood and heavy water and high black stockings and the history of the Vikings and brass and obsolescene and burnt hair and collapsed soufflés and the impossibility of not faling in love in an art museum with the person standing next to you looking at the same painting and all the other things that just happen and are. But you want to make for yourself a world that is deliberately and meticulously personalized. A theater for your life, if I could put it like that. Don't live an accident. Don't call a knife a knife. Live a life that has never been lived before, in which everything you experience is yours and only yours. Make accidents on purpose. Call a knife a name by which only you will recognize it. Now I'm not a very smart man, but I'm not a dumb one, either. So listen: If you can manage what I've told you, as I was never able to, you will give your life meaning.